The Alternative Grind (feat. Syd Ghan)

I look around and it's like Nothing reminds me of where I come from Sometimes it's worth thinking back The haves or nots, food and clothes I had But the trademark's could be seen as sad That knockoff brand, low class but Never lacking, some years we rocked bus passes I sit here in this middle class, and choose that Which was a burden given my parent's circumstance I've got no children, I've energy to plan Hats off to procreators who withstand, prosper and enhance You hear the excuses, how minimum efforts polluted By some confusion that passive tomorrow brews that chance I'm bout to lose it, I 'member being 22 without much food Money was used in frivolous pursuits Budgeting not an issue, I think of you and remember losing Damn, with discipline and control, not immediately unloading Shortcuts, chip at valid long term goals Progress is slow, get it quick and you'll know the toll No one knows how much a dollar cost The value behind time is lost, what's three hours If you can't use it to make your little a lot Rest is not earned until you can hit that spot Why do you deserve it, yet I cannot, stop Because my earnings are off Is security something I have? Not a chance, my past Is littered with rough patches Overclock my stance until redemption from that which Keeps me from what I imagine I'm all in So when all the message sound the same Pick your poison, most have found no change Bruised and broken, we all going through some things Losing focus, we going through serious things I'm all in What did you see, what did you learn, what did you know I'm all in I'm losing light, in the fight, i'm in the right I'm all in Attention to pay, game to replay, it's better to stay I'm all in I'm losing light, in the fight, i'm in the right I'm all in Ain't no stop sign, it's go time Follow me or remain in rotation Mirror mirror, who the fuck are you Middle of class, pulled out my ass It happened so fast, I got stuck in you If you feel me, then you feel me Ain't no use to be dreaming in half time Used to be serving in uniforms Now I observe and I get more Fuck a grudge, but I keep score Once simple piece of advice is Don't get caught up in your vices Much as I do sympathize, there's A million of you bu there is only one of me The truth burns, the truth hurts The truth kills The stone throws, the wind blows, the worm turns Meaningless matter, 'till the day that you matter 'Till then nothing matters Never betray your reactions Had to be strong, had to be fast Had to be smart, fuck it with class Fuck it with grace, fuck it with style Fuck it with hate, fuck your attention And fuck all your tempers and here I go Once more with fire and feeling though The bottom was bad but the top feels great Kill em with kindless but keep the hate Yin and the yang and then demonstrate Humble and hungry comiserate The 9-5 we still alive The 9-5 we still alive The 9-5 we still alive The 9-5 we still alive So when all the message sound the same Pick your poison, most have found no change Bruised and broken, we all going through some things Losing focus, we going through serious things I'm all in What did you see, what did you learn, what did you know I'm all in I'm losing light, in the fight, i'm in the right I'm all in Attention to pay, game to replay, it's better to stay I'm all in I'm losing light, in the fight, i'm in the right I'm all in I know it's not so simple Endless ripples from the climate of the fickle So you commit, willyness and the plan exists But you run your mouth Icarus and his limits The next collection will Visit this with more significance Social politics, attitude adjustments Modern fuckery This alternative grind's endless But for now peace